Wednesday, 12 December 2012

At the market

While at the market today Sarah and I had a rather surreal moment, and I thought I'd share it with you.

We were sitting in an outdoor "coffee shop", me with my sweet gingery coffee, Sarah with her hibiscus tea. It could have been Glasgow, Hereford or Ballymena (apart from the 30C heat).

A chicken was tied up by 1 leg in the corner, and a piglet scurried under Sarah's chair. 2 Elderly men beside us were spitting on the ground while holding their bare feet.

3 dogs and 4 pigs were lying side by side just to our right, and a bedraggled sheep came and started to drink out of the washing up basin.

A Sudanese lady walked past with a dazzling head scarf contrasting her skin tone, while 2 male soldiers walked past in uniform holding hands. A ten year old girl struggles by carrying 40l of water from a yolk across her shoulders.

We then realise the chicken has gone quiet. During our coffee it has been killed, plucked, gutted and chopped in the corner in under 10mins.

It's a funny old place!

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